((A/N: Hello! I'm amazed, I got a review about 10 minutes after I posted,
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intrigued, and I'm bored so I think I'll update this and then maybe start a
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Disclaimer: I don't know why I bother to do this because you all know that J.K herself isn't a 14yr. old English chick, but still, nothing's mine.
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Chapter 2: Treat Me Like I'm Fragile
It was about an hour later that Hermione heard Lavender and Parvati come to bed, giggling mischievously. She waited for another quarter of an hour, feigning sleep, before she risked escaping the room – It was starting to feel as if the walls were closing in. She hated confrontation, especially with Ron. Rising from her bed, she glanced in the direction of the other Gryffindor girls before exiting the dormitory.
Descending the stairway, Hermione was amazed to hear no sound coming from the common room.
~ They must have all gone to bed. Bit surprising the twins aren't making a racket – But then, they were dancing particularly energetically, I expect it tired them out...~
Strolling aimlessly out of the door marked 'GIRLS' DORMITORIES', Hermione pressed it firmly shut, then swivelled round, considering throwing herself down on the armchair once more. But it would be slightly more difficult this time – seeing as the chair was already in use. By a tall, freckled, red head who was looking at her with a mixture of repulsion and regret plastered on his face.
Immediately, she turned to walk back out of the door, but there really wasn't any point. She could go upstairs and dwell upon the night's events or she could sort it out now and hopefully prevent any hard feelings the next morning.
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"Oh, do we care now?" Ron burst out savagely.
"Don't be ridiculous. I was just asking, Ron."
"Hmph."
Realising this would probably be the most sensible answer she would get out of him for a while, Hermione resigned herself to sitting cautiously on the sofa nearest him. They sat in silence for a while, staring at the fire and lost in their own thoughts before Ron said something.
"I don't think you're bushy-haired girl who thinks too much, I was just- "
"Big-haired girl, Ron"
"Yeah, that too. But what I mean is, well, erm....I don't really know what I mean"
Chuckling softly, Hermione stopped looking at the fire and turned to Ron. Suddenly she felt a wave of remorse over the things she had said to him earlier, and felt stupidly ashamed. As well as stupidly embarrassed over the thing she had said just before she left.
~ Oh, no...I didn't mean that, he wasn't jealous of Viktor...he was just looking out for Harry and I. Oh, I'm so brainless sometimes...~
"Don't worry. I know what you mean." Hermione whispered.
More silent spent moments passed with both of them searching for something apologetic to say that wasn't 'Sorry'. Stubbornness still overrode common sense. The warmth was starting to make Hermione feel slightly giddy, and she stared a her hands for a while before speaking again.
"You know I care more about you than I do Viktor, don't you?"
Though barely daring to withdraw her gaze from her hands, she still noticed Ron's ears go one shade too red and a small, triumphant smile on his lips. Controlling himself, he looked down at her and whispered:
"Yeah. 'Course I do."
With that, the remorse-filled air seemed clear once more, and it was almost as though everything was back to normal again. Just friends, sat in their common room, doing nothing. But the silence was growing uncomfortable.
"So. Did you dance with anyone other than...him, at the ball?"
Embarrassed, Hermione looked away.
"No Ron. I Didn't. I was thinking about other things."
"Ah, Can't be having that now, can we?" Hermione heard, rather than saw, a lop-sided grin on his face. Then, while staring fixedly at her own hands, she saw another pair stretched out before her. Looking up, she started to chuckle.
~ What on EARTH is he doing! ~
"Hermione? May I have this dance?"
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Stupidly, she said the first thing which crept into her head.
"There's no music."
"Don't be stupid, just dance with me!"
So, giving in to him, Hermione placed her hands in his and allowed him to hold her closely. Swaying slowly in front of the fireplace, warm and comfortable and nothing except each other in the room. It was starting to unnerve her...
After a while, Ron spoke.
"Am I doing this right? I've never done it before..."
"It's easy...just treat me like I'm fragile..."
~ This is a bit strange....OK, it's a lot strange. I'm dancing with Ron...and why do I want to kiss him? This is very un-Hermione-ish ~
And through his immaturity and naivety, he saw through her and read her mind....
....5 minutes later, Hermione wandered back up her stairs agreeing to herself that Harry shouldn't know what just happened.....And wishing she had better sticking lip gloss.......
(( A/N: It's done! Yay! Well...I liked it. Sorry, I know I use LOADS of dialogue, can't help it. By the way, If anyone wants a beta reader, I'm available and think it would be quite a nice thing to do for people. Anyway review! BrownEyez xxx))
Disclaimer: I don't know why I bother to do this because you all know that J.K herself isn't a 14yr. old English chick, but still, nothing's mine.
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Chapter 2: Treat Me Like I'm Fragile
It was about an hour later that Hermione heard Lavender and Parvati come to bed, giggling mischievously. She waited for another quarter of an hour, feigning sleep, before she risked escaping the room – It was starting to feel as if the walls were closing in. She hated confrontation, especially with Ron. Rising from her bed, she glanced in the direction of the other Gryffindor girls before exiting the dormitory.
Descending the stairway, Hermione was amazed to hear no sound coming from the common room.
~ They must have all gone to bed. Bit surprising the twins aren't making a racket – But then, they were dancing particularly energetically, I expect it tired them out...~
Strolling aimlessly out of the door marked 'GIRLS' DORMITORIES', Hermione pressed it firmly shut, then swivelled round, considering throwing herself down on the armchair once more. But it would be slightly more difficult this time – seeing as the chair was already in use. By a tall, freckled, red head who was looking at her with a mixture of repulsion and regret plastered on his face.
Immediately, she turned to walk back out of the door, but there really wasn't any point. She could go upstairs and dwell upon the night's events or she could sort it out now and hopefully prevent any hard feelings the next morning.
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"Oh, do we care now?" Ron burst out savagely.
"Don't be ridiculous. I was just asking, Ron."
"Hmph."
Realising this would probably be the most sensible answer she would get out of him for a while, Hermione resigned herself to sitting cautiously on the sofa nearest him. They sat in silence for a while, staring at the fire and lost in their own thoughts before Ron said something.
"I don't think you're bushy-haired girl who thinks too much, I was just- "
"Big-haired girl, Ron"
"Yeah, that too. But what I mean is, well, erm....I don't really know what I mean"
Chuckling softly, Hermione stopped looking at the fire and turned to Ron. Suddenly she felt a wave of remorse over the things she had said to him earlier, and felt stupidly ashamed. As well as stupidly embarrassed over the thing she had said just before she left.
~ Oh, no...I didn't mean that, he wasn't jealous of Viktor...he was just looking out for Harry and I. Oh, I'm so brainless sometimes...~
"Don't worry. I know what you mean." Hermione whispered.
More silent spent moments passed with both of them searching for something apologetic to say that wasn't 'Sorry'. Stubbornness still overrode common sense. The warmth was starting to make Hermione feel slightly giddy, and she stared a her hands for a while before speaking again.
"You know I care more about you than I do Viktor, don't you?"
Though barely daring to withdraw her gaze from her hands, she still noticed Ron's ears go one shade too red and a small, triumphant smile on his lips. Controlling himself, he looked down at her and whispered:
"Yeah. 'Course I do."
With that, the remorse-filled air seemed clear once more, and it was almost as though everything was back to normal again. Just friends, sat in their common room, doing nothing. But the silence was growing uncomfortable.
"So. Did you dance with anyone other than...him, at the ball?"
Embarrassed, Hermione looked away.
"No Ron. I Didn't. I was thinking about other things."
"Ah, Can't be having that now, can we?" Hermione heard, rather than saw, a lop-sided grin on his face. Then, while staring fixedly at her own hands, she saw another pair stretched out before her. Looking up, she started to chuckle.
~ What on EARTH is he doing! ~
"Hermione? May I have this dance?"
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Stupidly, she said the first thing which crept into her head.
"There's no music."
"Don't be stupid, just dance with me!"
So, giving in to him, Hermione placed her hands in his and allowed him to hold her closely. Swaying slowly in front of the fireplace, warm and comfortable and nothing except each other in the room. It was starting to unnerve her...
After a while, Ron spoke.
"Am I doing this right? I've never done it before..."
"It's easy...just treat me like I'm fragile..."
~ This is a bit strange....OK, it's a lot strange. I'm dancing with Ron...and why do I want to kiss him? This is very un-Hermione-ish ~
And through his immaturity and naivety, he saw through her and read her mind....
....5 minutes later, Hermione wandered back up her stairs agreeing to herself that Harry shouldn't know what just happened.....And wishing she had better sticking lip gloss.......
(( A/N: It's done! Yay! Well...I liked it. Sorry, I know I use LOADS of dialogue, can't help it. By the way, If anyone wants a beta reader, I'm available and think it would be quite a nice thing to do for people. Anyway review! BrownEyez xxx))
